LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Despite his cool exterior Lyndvarr could hear his heart hammering in his ears. The ebony woman turned and he watched her eyes widen in surprise as she called out his mother's name. Auöra. Lynd swallowed sharply, suddenly, powerfully, missing his mother but also feeling pride that other's saw her in him. And as for this woman, there was no doubt this was the legendary Katja Finnvi, the aunt he'd who was the heroine in so many tales he'd heard as a child.
Her words were guarded and as much as he figured, the battlefields of Alacritis. Lyndvarr nodded as Katja spoke. "Sikkert, ta all den tiden du trenger." He moved out of the way, taking an audience seat and feeling a thrill at the prospect of seeing his aunt battle. He would wait to call her by name til after the battle however, he did not want his prescence to be to much of a distraction. Sapphire eyes tilted to the sky… takk mor for veiledning
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-post to be continued in the other thread, sorry for the interruption-
